"I made some soup tonight. You just need to heat it up a bit and you can drink it." Mu Yiliang wouldn't give up, looking at him with anticipation, "You seem very tired."
They had done it several times earlier; it would be strange if he wasn't tired. She still felt sore all over.
Mu Yiliang secretly grumbled.
"I told you, no need." Yan Sijue coldly refused and went straight back to his room, "You should rest early."
Mu Yiliang watched his back, a slight smile on her lips.
This man must be feeling guilty, that's why he won't eat her late-night snack.
After all, he came back from fooling around with a lover. If he could drink the soup cooked by his wife without any guilt, then he'd reach a certain level of shamelessness.
"Just have a bowl... You can drink it after taking a shower..." Acting requires a full performance, Mu Yiliang mumbled, portraying the image of a pitiful and sorrowful little wife perfectly.
Yan Sijue turned around, looking at her expressionlessly.
